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I want to give a big thanks to the editor of this story, a very clever and patient lady called Bella Mariposa. Where this reads fluently and clearly, it is down to her. The rubbish bits are all my own doing.
I was thirty nine when I first stopped feeling young. I was sitting at a table in a pub watching a striking young woman I called Cat – a stranger until this day – walk to the bar to buy me a pint of Guinness. We had just played a game of pool and she had lost a wager for a drink.
Cat, or Mai, to give her actual name, was a twenty one year-old Asian/American student. She was just a tiny bit shy on the surface, but very feisty and sensual underneath. Cat was clever, quick witted and beautiful.
She was five feet, four inches of womanly curves, an hour glass stunner, with long black hair, brown eyes and the most gorgeous killer full-lipped smile I’ve seen it my life.
There is something so wonderfully alluring about seeing a really good looking woman wearing tight jeans, with shapely hips and a gently rolling ass, slowly walk away from you. And then there was her smile.
It could take your heart, that smile. It did mine, and in return, God forgive me, I think I snapped hers in two.
I’m Carl. Cat also sometimes called me Mr B, although she would never say why. I’m a white Englishman. I wouldn’t be the ugliest guy in your local bar, but not the best looking either. I’m tall and slim, with grey eyes and dark hair.
From time to time, people tell me I look similar to an actor called Clive Owen, who starred in ‘Sin City’ and ‘The International’ among others, although I think we are only vaguely alike, and he is much more handsome. Maybe I could just stretch it enough to say I resemble Clive a little when he is tired and having a bad hair day.
It was a rainy Friday afternoon in Southampton when I first met her. She came into the pub to escape an early August storm. I was there having a couple of beers and games of pool with my friend Jeff.
The company I had worked at for five years in site management had just lost major contracts in the recession, and along with eighty percent of their workforce, I had been laid off. I hadn’t really liked the job much, but the pay had been good. Fortunately, I managed to get similar employment lined up, but it didn’t start until December. Jeff was a self-employed car mechanic, and work was slack for him too: hence, the afternoon drinking.
There were two pool tables there, and playing on the other one were two young women. One was a cute, slim blond, and the other a more curvaceous, golden skinned, black haired girl, a real beauty, who gave me a lovely little smile both with her mouth and her flashing brown eyes.
I slammed in the black ball just after the beauty had defeated the blond. ‘I’ll take you on in a winner’s game,’ I suggested.
‘Ok, and the loser can buy the winner a drink,’ she replied, in what I assumed was a North American accent.
I racked them up, she broke, and we were away. She was good, better then I, and got to the black first. It was a hard shot, as is was tight on a cushion at an acute angle. She moved right in front of me and bent over to take the shot.
‘Oh God,’ I thought as her fantastic shapely ass – which was full, firm and rounded, clad in very, and I mean very, tight blue jeans – moved into my admiring view.
I exchanged an awestruck glance with Jeff. She took her time and wiggled her cute butt a tiny bit just before the stroke. I felt warm in the face. The black stayed in the jaws of the pocket, and I managed to finish her off.
She nodded and asked me what I wanted. I drained the last of my current pint and handed her the empty glass. ‘A Guinness, please.’
While she went to the bar, Jeff and I sat down at a table. She returned with a smile on her face, carrying two glasses. She beckoned her friend to join us. ‘This is Ashley,’ she said.
Ashley gave us an unenthusiastic ‘hi’ as she sat.
I looked at the beauty again after she sat. She was wearing a very baggy, mostly white shirt, which had a picture of a cartoon cat on it.
‘And you are Cat I assume,’ I said.
‘No, I am Mai,’ she said, with the smile peeking out a little again.
‘But Cat suits you.’
‘Well, whatever, I guess,’ she said, with a shrug and a bigger smile.
She looked so pretty sitting there, and we chatted more. Mai and Ashley were students at a local university, where they were doing a short summer preparatory course for foreign students. The bored Ashley was from Canada, and the lively eyed Cat from California.
I was getting a few little subtle flirting signs from Cat. She stroked her hair, and smiled at me, while maintaining nearly constant eye contact. She leaned back in her chair, opening her body invitingly.
‘She just likes to flirt,’ I thought. ‘There is no way I would get lucky enough to have any hope with an exquisite young beauty like her. You are way too old Carl, you have no chance.’
Ah, but I did have a chance, as it happened. Cat and Ashley had to brave the rain, and leave, to return for a part of their course. As we were saying goodbye, she took her mobile out and looked at it, and then me, rather meaningfully. I took the bait.
‘Maybe we can do this again? You might even get to win next time Cat,’ was the best line I could come up with.
‘Sure, that could be fun,’ she replied, smiling. We exchanged numbers and the girls left.
We went outside to the beer garden and smoked some cigarettes, hiding under a sun umbrella to escape the rain. ‘I don’t believe that,’ Jeff said. ‘You’ve just been pulled, mate, by probably the best looking woman in this city… fucking unbelievable. You can buy me a couple of pints on the back of that kind of luck.’ So I did.
My luck held later that day as well. I was rang by a company I’d had an interview with the previous week. I managed to get three months temporary work, covering sick absence at a big tool hire firm, doing some stock control and delivery arranging. It turned out to be a badly paid job with asshole bosses, but still, such is life.
Cat played on my mind that evening. I’d been, in one way or another, chasing after the opposite sex since I was about fourteen, and she had to be the best looking woman I had ever personally seen, let alone dated. It seemed absurd to me that I could be of interest to her.
I sat in my little second floor one bedroom apartment, which I purchased on a mortgage three years ago for far more than its current value. Even so, love it. It is by the waterfront. There is a sliding patio door, leading out to a tiny balcony overlooking a yacht marina and a small commercial quay. Sometimes, I like to sit there drinking tea and smoking, watching the boats return to their berths as the sun lowers and dies.
I tried to keep cool, and managed to hold off contacting her until the following morning. I texted her, asking if she wanted to meet up that evening. I went to a cricket game with Jeff in the afternoon. There was no reply from Cat all day, and I was thinking about phoning her tomorrow. I figured if I couldn’t get hold of her, I’d assume she was ignoring me, and that I would be realistic and give the idea up.
I was just about to go out and find a few beers, when Cat rang me. She sounded a bit flustered. ‘Hi Carl, I’m really sorry I didn’t get back to you, my battery had run dead and I didn’t realise. I only just got the message you sent this morning. I hope you’re not pissed with me?’
‘No, of course not! It’s great to hear from you,’ I reassured her. We arranged to meet in an hour at club near to the halls where she was staying. Cat looked great in a mostly black outfit and heels, with silver earrings and a chain. I suppose I looked dated, like some sort of dinosaur, with my straight jeans, black shoes, white button down cotton Oxford shirt and rumpled dark brown leather jacket.
It was cro
wded and noisy. Loud music of a kind I detested, but that Cat seemed to like, blasted out. Her soft, slightly parched sounding voice was especially difficult to hear. Yet we got on well enough that she didn’t pull back when I leaned down to kiss her for the first time. In fact I got the whole arms around the neck and tongue in the mouth treatment in return.
We sat in a secluded corner of the club, me with a bottle of lager and Cat with a diet coke and Jack Daniels and necked like teenagers. Well, she wasn’t far removed from being one, even if I long ago lost that excuse. She had a hungry mouth, and her brown eyes flashed dangerously.
‘Cat you look fantastic. I think you are very beautiful,’ I told her. She must have heard that a good few times, but she liked hearing me say it, judging from her smile. The evening rolled into night, and I had some more beers and she a few more diet coke’s minus the Jack Daniels.
‘You look almost as hot as the actress Carla Gugino did when she walked across her apartment in the film Sin City,’ I told her. I was rewarded with a giggle and a little play punch on my arm.
I figured it was time to bite the bullet. ‘Do you want to come back to my place for a coffee Cat?’
‘Yeah,’ she said, and kissed me again.
We got into a taxi to go back to my apartment. In the back seat, my arm was around Cat’s shoulders and my mouth was stealing a few kisses. I only noticed the relatively short journey had ended when the driver coughed loudly. I slipped him a note and didn’t take the change.
I tapped the code for the outer security lock, and we took the stairs up to my apartment. When we got inside, I pulled her to me. Cat wrapped her arms around my neck and I leant my head down. Our lips met and our hungry tongues ran over each other and explored. I pulled her tightly into me and her fine full breasts squeezed into my lower chest as my now straining cock pushed against the area of her pussy mound.
When the kiss and embrace ended, we stood back. Our eyes were fixed together for a moment, and then Cat dropped hers and looked at the obvious bulge in my jeans.
‘You’re stunning,’ I said. She smiled. There was no need for further talking now.
I took one delicate hand and led her into my bedroom, turning the light setting to three-quarters strength. I sat on the edge of the bed and Cat positioned herself on my knee, throwing her arms around my neck again as we kissed slowly and tenderly. Her full lips were soft and sensuous, and her clever, darting tongue seemed ravenous. I slipped my hand inside her jacket and stroked her back.
She broke this kiss, saying: ‘Give me a minute, Carl,’ as left the bedroom briefly, closing the door. I pulled all my clothes off, except my sorely strained boxers.
When Cat came back, she stood before me, clad only in a lacy pink bra and matching panties. Her sheer beauty stole breath from my lungs. Cat’s skin was golden and flawless. Her tummy was flat and narrow, before it curved out into the swell of her hips. Her legs were shapely, smooth and proportionately long.
She looked at my probably gaping mouth and flashed me a smile of lust.
‘It looks like you are enjoying what you see,’ she said.
‘Come here,’ was my reply, and she did.
That cunning tongue slipped back into my mouth as she melted against me. I held her right hand and guided it onto my pulsing cock, and she rubbed it gently through the material. I ran my hands down her back and cupped the firm cheeks of her shapely rounded ass.
The kiss broke. Cat stood back, bowed her head slightly, moved her hands to her back, unclipped the bra and tossed it aside. Her full breasts sprung free and proud. They were bigger than I expected, round and high and topped by large, hard, dark nipples.
I knelt and put one into my mouth, rolling my tongue on it, and Cat emitted a light, barely audible moan. Her head seemed to loll back and I sucked firmly on the delightful dark cherry, while rolling its twin between my fingers.
She pulled back and glided my boxers down below my knees, before I slipped them off. My cock was jutting out and she stole a glance at it, before running her hands slowly all over my upper body.
Cat giggled when I picked her up and lay her face down on the bed. I pulled her panties off, and she drew her knees forward, so that her magnificent full buttocks stuck out in invitation. I knelt forward and kissed around the cheeks, inducing more giggles from Cat.
She quickly flipped over onto her back, and let her legs spread wide. Her pussy was shaven smooth and the lips were glistening in their flowery folds. I got my mouth between her sleek firm thighs and licked the length of her pussy up and down before zeroing in on her hard little clit, where I traced out an alphabet with my tongue.
My cock felt as though it was bursting. I sucked on Cat’s clit, then slipped first one, then two fingers into her warm, wet, inviting tight cunt. I finger fucked her gently as I continued sucking and licking firmly on her clit, and was rewarded when her breathing became fast and shallow, before her whole body tensed as she let free an orgasm, wetting my fingers. I drew them to my mouth and tasted them: delicious.
Cat rolled over, on top of me, and cupped my balls in her hand, before dropping her head onto the pulsing hardness of my cock-head. She flicked her tongue around the tip, licked up and down my shaft, then took it in deep her mouth, and sucked me hungrily, while rubbing my balls.
I leant back, enjoying my little piece of heaven, watching as the raven haired beauty worked on me enthusiastically. I could have come then, but I held back, and gently pulled her mouth free from my cock.
I moved off the bed and got a condom from a drawer. ‘Give it to me Carl,’ she requested. I handed it to her, and she ripped the foil open and had me lie back on the bed with my head on a pillow. Cat moved above me and rolled it out onto my throbbing cock. Her eyes were dilated wide with lust, and they zeroed onto mine. She took my clad cock, rubbed it on her outer pussy lips, then oh so slowly lowered herself onto it, pushing down, taking it deep.
Cat sat still for a few seconds, savouring the feeling, and then rode me slowly at first, with a feline grace, then gradually faster, as she allowed my hands to play with her full breasts and erect, dark nipples. Cat tossed her head back.
I began thrusting strongly upwards with my hips to meet her rapid rhythm. Her mouth was open and she was sucking in oxygen fiercely as she fucked me hard and fast. She pushed my hips down flat with surprising strength, and followed her own pace, really grinding down on me, fucking me.
Her pussy tightened on my cock as her orgasm built to its climax. She bit her lower lip, then groaned, suppressing a scream as she shot upright and began to come, wetness flooding out from her.
I grabbed Cat’s hips and powered into her, riding her through her orgasm. We then lay still, and with me remaining impaled deep inside we kissed sloppily and wetly. I rubbed a finger onto her stretched cunt lips, wet it, then reached behind and underneath and slipped it into her tight asshole, tickling her momentarily.
We lay together for a few minutes, and then I discarded the unfilled condom. I went to my refrigerator and retrieved two bottles of cold Beck’s beer. I drank mine rapidly, the cold nectar both cooling and refreshing me, while Cat sipped at hers.
She rose from the bed, opened the curtains and stood for a couple of minutes, seemingly gazing out across the open water at moored boats, sipping idly at the beer. Anyone looking from the quayside in her direction would have seen a stimulating sight.
I sat staring at the view of her ass, with its shapely ripeness, and marvelled at the way her hips flared and flowed into her narrow waist. Hers was a body of soft feminine curvatures, devoid of straight lines. It was magnificent.
Cat placed the beer down and moved back across to the bed. We both knelt on it facing each other, and kissed, as she reached for my still hard cock and played with it as I caressed her breasts and plump nipples.
‘You haven’t come yet. It’s your turn now,’ she said.
She kissed my forehead first, then nose, mouth again and chin. She slowly headed south with soft lingering kisses, tracing around my neck and shoulders, then sucked briefly on my nipples, and bit them gently. As she moved down to my stomach, my cock nestled between her full breasts. I looked and saw a tiny trace of pre-cum glisten silvery in the valley there.
Finally her clever mouth found the head of my cock. At first she sucked it slowly and softly, and then licked up and down the shaft, before, almost mockingly, she kissed her way back north, ending up by sucking my tongue.
Cat’s hand found my cock again and wrapped a thumb one side of it and her fingers the other. She began to jack me off with slow firm strokes to start, then faster even firmer ones as my I thrust with her hand movements. I felt my breathing go ragged, and with a cry I blasted cum out in a curving arc, spraying onto her breasts.
Cat then moved down and placed my cock between her full tits, and milked the final drops from it. To finish, she leaned over and sucked the remaining cum into her mouth.
She laughed as she rubbed and spread some of the cum onto her smooth flat tummy and even onto her hidden belly button.
‘I’m all messy now,’ she laughed.
‘Well, we can soon fix that.’ I replied.
We rocked into the shower after that, soaping each slowly other under the warm jets. It was so erotic. I licked and kissed every single inch of her body in there, and she, nearly all of mine.
We towelled each other dry. She slipped another condom onto me and we fucked again. This time, I had her lean over the armrest of my sofa in the lounge, with her ripe golden ass pushed out invitingly. I got behind her, grabbed a hip in one hand and balled her long black hair in the other as I ploughed into her sweet tight pussy, and rode her hard. She was alternating in playing with her own nipples and rubbing her clit when she came, and I followed almost immediately, erupting massively.
I slipped out with an almost obscene, yet somehow charming slurping sound. Cat rose and turned and kissed me deeply again, while rubbing and kneading my butt cheeks like she was a baker working with bread dough.
I went to discard the condom. ‘I’m going to go back on the pill,’ she announced. ‘I want to feel you come inside me next time.’
‘Next time,’ I thought. ‘Fucking great stuff.’ I passed a mirror and saw a massive grin on my face.
I fetched myself another cold beer. When I returned to the bedroom Cat was tucked up under the bed covers, and looked close to sleeping. We had a last cuddle then fell asleep in each other’s arms.
In the morning, I woke first. I made us two cups of tea and brought them back to bed. She wouldn’t drink it, so I made her a coffee.
‘That’s better,’ she said. After drinking it, she pulled the sheets back, exposing that gorgeous, curvaceous body in invitation. Well, I didn’t need any more encouragement, and we enjoyed a long slow fuck, and then a short fast one about thirty minutes later.
Cat had a very open, charming personality. She was so easy to talk to. We chatted about what we could do that day. She wanted to visit Stonehenge, and I agreed.
‘Do you have a regular girlfriend?’ Cat asked me.
‘No, not at the moment, do you know any candidates to fill the vacancy?’
She laughed, and then looked a tiny bit serious. ‘You’re not married or some shit are you?’
‘No, but I was. Are you?’
‘No I’m not, don’t act dumb, and no, I have no boyfriend currently, although unlike you, I may have a likely candidate in mind.’
We smiled together.
‘Well, seeing as we are opening up a tiny bit Mr B, I can tell you that you’re my fourth lover, and you may get to be my third boyfriend, that is, if you are very lucky and don’t tease me too much.’
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